Chapter 117
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After visiting Old Mrs. Zeller, Stella made her way past Ursula’s hospital room, where Yorick was waiting for her at the door. Spotting her, Yorick frowned and stepped forward to block her path.
Stella raised an eyebrow, “Looking for another beating today?”
Yorick shot back, “What’s gotten into you lately?”
His tone was icy, his gaze viciously dark as he glanced at the man following Stella.
Idris exuded an air of distinction. Yorick was convinced he was yet another of Stella’s conquests.
Stella snorted, “None of your freaking business.”
“If you really cut ties with the Larkin family, who do you think you will be? You believe those men would still want you?”
Yorick’s eyes drifted to Idris as he mentioned “those men”.
Idris’ aura turned even colder. He took a step forward, “Miss, why don’t you wait in the car?”
Yorick was speechless.
Miss?
Stella wasn’t in the mood for more nonsense with Yorick. She nodded, glancing at Idris.
“Just be careful.”
The Quarry family was a big deal in Portis City after all. With Ronald staying in town for some serious business, upsetting the Quarries could spell trouble for everyone involved. Idris, knowing Stella was considering Ronald’s position, nodded, “Understood.”
As Stella passed Yorick, he grabbed her wrist, “Explain yourself.”
Before Yorick could ask anything else, he suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness and found his head bumping against the wall with a bang.
Idris couldn’t stand the insult to Stella. If Ronald got the words and found out he did nothing, there’d be hell to pay.
Yorick exploded, “You bastard!”
And with that, they started fighting Having his skills up his sleeve,
Yorickite merely one hand
available, managed to hold his own against Idris for a while.
Stella, uninterested in the spectacle, walked straight away. Seeing her leave only fueled Yorick’s rage, “Stella.”
He tried to follow, but Idris engaged him again. With only one hand at his disposal and Idris’ superior skill Yorick quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Cloudia and Jaxon, hearing the commotion from Ursula’s room, came out to find Yorick and Idris fighting, all startled.
“Jaxon, Jaxon…” Cloudia pleaded in desperation.
Before Jaxon could intervene, Idris had already thrown Yorick aside, his body radiating menace.
“Mr. Quarry, keep this up, and you’ll lose another hand. Are you sure you want to continue?”
Yorick, nursing a leg injury, glared at Idris with a dangerous light in his eyes.
Idris, on the other hand, calmly adjusted his suit, turned and left.
Jaxon, pale as a ghost, approached Yorick, “Are you okay?”
He glanced worriedly at Yorick’s trembling leg.
Jaxon himself was in pain; Idris’ tackle had not been gentle.
Yorick narrowed his eyes slightly. Before he could respond, Ursula’s pained moans from the room cut through the tension. Cloudia rushed into the room first.
Jaxon glanced at Yorick, “When it rains, it pours. Ursula used to be so vain, now she’s losing her hair. Alas…”
Jaxon couldn’t finish his words, his tone dripping with distress towards Ursula.
Yorick glanced at Jaxon, then back at the hospital room door.
Just as Jaxon thought Yorick would go see Ursula, he turned and walk away his silhouette stern, steps faltering slightly.
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